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Letras: Soft Cell. The Art Of Falling Apart. Numbers.

Numbers
Who's the person that you woke up next to today?
If you were any older
Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way
Well maybe you do already
But you make out they pay you
Did you ask yourself where did love go wrong with you?

Numbers
Don't tell me name, I don't want to know
And don't forget to take the reminders when you go
Good things had to end
And I was never any good at saying goodbye
Because when I say goodbye a silly thing happens
And I always cry

Numbers
You're looking so thin these days, are you doing speed?
(No, numbers)
Have you seen your face? Now you're really going seed
(Playing numbers)
Doing a nine to five in the day
And you never know their names
(Numbers)
Because names make a person real
And there's no real people in these games

Numbers
Pass them on and pass them by
Numbers
Never hold a good thing down for long
Numbers
Throw 'em away like Kleenex
Numbers
Pick them up and push them away
Numbers

Oh numbers
Until you wake up one day
And find that you're a number
Until you wake up one day
And find that you're a number
Until you wake up one day
And find that you're a number
Until you wake up one day
And find that you're a number

Body one, body two, body three, body four
Body one, body two, body three, body four
Numbers
Body one, body two, body three, body four
Body one, body two, body three, body four
Body one, body two, body three, body four
Body one, body two, body three, body four